Friday, April 22, 2011

Dirty

He had the most brilliant smile I'd seen in a long time.

Gleaming white teeth that went on for miles, punctuated by twinkling eyes and a surprisingly familiar demeanor.

We'd only just met, and he spoke to me as though we'd had years of history behind us. Our conversation teetered between casual introduction and blatant flirtation, his eyes flickering as he licked his lips and tried to woo me with the highlights of his impressive resume'.

The evening carried on, the two of us ignoring the crowd around us. He tossed out innuendo. I raised my eyebrow. He asked about my relationship status, and I asked about his.

No two ways about it. The interest was there. His hand crept to the small of my back. Somewhat intimate gestures and touching that implied we were more than strangers just meeting.

The glow of nightfall fanned the embers of attraction.

Weeks passed and we exchanged teasing text messages. Flirtatious, frenetic synapses fueled by technology. The possibility of plans to see each other after he returned from an out-of-town trip.

It's funny what happens when time and space put a relationship on hold.

Especially in Cincinnati.

The thing is, everybody knows everybody in this town. And I knew people who independently knew this man. I knew people who knew people who knew this man.

You know how it goes.

Curiosity killed the cat, and it dashed my lusty dreams of this new stranger. As it turns out, all accounts indicated he was married. A wife and family out of town.

Upon his return, I once again received a barrage of texts and inquiries about a meeting. I was prepared. I wasted no time. I blew his cover story and any chances he had of taking this scenario to the next level.

I'm just not that kind of girl.

The whole experience leaves me with a bit of a heavy heart.

As someone who longs to get married and have a family of her own, it saddens me to think some folks are deceptive and less honorable in their own unions.

And frankly, it bums me out to think this man believed I'd be the kind of girl who was up for being the other woman.

It's hard enough for 30-something single girls. Now I have to second guess the relationship status of every man who claims to be a worthy bachelor.

Pass the Duracells.

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1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

So sorry, sweetie. Don't give up.